Thursday, January 3, 2013

Lirik Lagu Green Day - Jesus Of Suburbia

Lirik Lagu Green Day - Jesus Of Suburbia

Green Day - Jesus Of Suburbia

I'm the son of rage and love the Jesus of suburbiaFrom the bible of none of the above on a steady diet ofSoda pop and Ritalin, no one ever died for my sins in hellAs far as I can tell at least the ones I got away with

And there's nothing wrong with meThis is how I'm supposed to beIn a land of make believeThat don't believe in me

Get my television fix sitting on my crucifixThe living room on my private wombWhile the moms and brats are away

To fall in love, we fall in debtTo alcohol and cigarettesAnd Mary Jane to keep me insaneDoing someone else's cocaine

And there's nothing wrong with meThis is how I'm supposed to beIn a land of make believeThat don't believe in me

At the center of the EarthIn the parking lotOf the 7-11 were I was taughtThe motto was just a lie

It says home is where your heart isBut what a shame'Cause everyone's heartDoesn't beat the sameIt's beating out of time

City of the dead at the end of another lost highwaySigns misleading to nowhereCity of the damned lost children with dirty faces todayNo one really seems to care

I read the graffiti in the bathroom stallLike the holy scriptures of a shopping mallAnd so it seemed to confessIt didn't say much but it only confirmed thatThe center of the earth is the end of the worldAnd I could really care less

City of the dead at the end of another lost highwaySigns misleading to nowhereCity of the damned lost children with dirty faces todayNo one really seems to care

I don't care if you don'tI don't care if you don'tI don't care if you don't care

I don't care if you don't

I don't care if you don'tI don't care if you don't care

I don't care if you don'tI don't care if you don'tI don't care if you don't care

I don't care if you don'tI don't care if you don'tI don't care if you don't careI don't care

Everyone is so full of shitBorn and raised by hypocritesHearts recycled but never savedFrom the cradle to the grave

We are the kids of war and peaceFrom Anaheim to the Middle EastWe are the stories and disciples ofThe Jesus of Suburbia

Land of make believeAnd it don't believe in meLand of make believeI don't believe in me

I don't care!I don't care!I don't care!I don't care!I don't care!

Dearly beloved are you listening?I can't remember a word that you were sayingAre we demented or am I disturbed?The space that's in between insane and insecure

Oh therapy, can you please fill the void?Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?Nobody's perfect and I stand accusedFor lack of a better word and that's my best excuse

To live and not to breathe is to die in tragedyTo run, to run away, to fight what you believeAnd I leave behind this hurricane of fucking liesI lost my faith to this, this town that don't exist

So I run, I run away to the lights of masochistsAnd I leave behind this hurricane of fucking liesAnd I walk this line a million and one fucking timesBut not this time

I don't feel any shame, I won't apologizeWhen there ain't nowhere we can goRunning away from painWhen you've been victimizedTales from another broken home